The Police vs. Me: Playing a Game I Was Never Supposed to Win

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What happened to me could happen to anybody, but should never happen to anyone. When you go to the police for help you should not find yourself in a position where the police refuse to help but instead conspire to harm you. In my case, going to the police made my situation worse. 

The first time I went to the police was in December of 2008 to report being followed. 


December 26, 2008
I went to the police station in my home town and reported my situation. I waited outside the station for an hour for an officer, because it was after hours. When officer Vallerga arrived, he asked me some questions and I answered them. Officer Vallerga then concluded that nothing was going on that was serious enough to generate a report. Officer Vallerga told me that it was nothing and that the guy was probably following me because I was pretty, he then said "your pretty guys are going to follow you" and "the guy just probably wanted to talk to you but didn't know what to say", I told him that wasn't it. I don't know why the officer assumed I was stupid and vain enough to believe that men I had never seen before were following me simply because they considered me attractive. 


I knew there was a reason why all of a sudden strange men were following me when I had all my clothes on and I'm not famous. No woman could be that pretty. I assumed the men had to have been told something or shown something that was making them want to follow me, but I didn't know what it was at the time.

I was followed everywhere I went.  I had strange men following and staring at me for no reason regardless of how I was dressed or looked, and it didn't matter who was with me. I could be out with my boyfriend, family, or friends and I would find more men then usual staring at me. I didn't make a big deal about it to anyone at first because it was just weird and a little creepy, but I did point some of the men out from time to time to other people. 


December 30, 2008
Then, I started seeing the same men different places in different cities staring at me, and so I went back to the police. This time I went to the police station in a major city where I had been followed. I met with several male officers at the front counter and explained what was going on. The officers smiled and assured me that there was nothing to worry about and not enough information to generate a need to take a report. I pleaded with the male officers for twenty minutes for one of them to take a report
so there would be a record in case it was not "just nothing" and I got raped by one of these guys. A female officer, Campbell, came from the back and listened to my story, Campbell agreed to take the report,  and the male officers grimaced. While the Campbell was waiting for the report number to generate in the computer, a male office took her aside, and when she came back to the counter she took the report. When Campbell finished, she told me it was probably nothing and said "you're a pretty girl...men are going to look at you" When I got the copy of the report, I found out that officer Campbell left out the description of the guys who were following me and the place where they were captured on security cameras. What were the police hiding?

January 3, 2009 
I continued to be followed for no reason by strange men. This Time I went to the police station and met with officer Lewis who told me the same insane nonsense that officer Vallerga had spoken to me about being pretty, and somebody just looking at me or following me because I was attractive. I realized I was going to get zero help from the chauvinist bastards at the police station. Then officer Lewis told me to take license plates, driver descriptions, and to document what was happening. I told officer Lewis that I wanted him to document what I was reporting in case something happened to me. Officer Lewis stated that he could not take a report because no crime was occurring.


January 08, 2009
I finally got fed up with the police one day when I was at the police station, and I made the mistake of asking if I could call the FBI. Officer LLamas came out and immediately proclaimed I had a mental disorder and I demanded his supervisor. What happens next started so much trouble for me. Officer Llamas and his Sergeant talked to me and tag teamed me on what happened to me over the past 3 months, and officer Llamas, who insulted me with the comment of a mental disorder, took back his statement and said he felt I was just being a little paranoid. I asked how I was being paranoid in reporting that I had been stalked by strange men over the past three months? The officers had no answer. The officers asked me for information I had on one of the people I believed was following me, and I told them it was at home. The officers said they would wait for me to come back. When I got in my car I was followed out of the parking lot by several plain cars and two cop cars. All the cars came from the police officer's private lot and were driven by detectives or cops. After that the stalking got 100% worse. The officers used what I reported against me.


I got followed more after I went to the police. Apparently reporting a crime of stalking is a crime to the police.


January 10, 2008
I went back to the police in my home city. Once again, I met with officer Lewis at the station to report a guy following me and staring at me while i was at the store. Officer Lewis asked me what was making me uncomfortable about being looked at, and I told him it wasn't just looking something wasn't right. I had men watch me before but not like this. Officer Lewis asked me if I had received flowers or gifts from any if these men and I said no. Officer Lewis declared that it was definitely not stalking, because stalking involves gifts and officer Lucas agreed. Officer Lucas and Lewis tried to get me to believe that a criteria for stalking was receiving gifts, and I told them both that gifts had nothing to do with stalking and if I felt threatened by repeatedly being pursued it was stalking. Officer Lucas told me that it was nothing to be concerned with. Officer Lewis asked me if I knew who it was that I "felt" was following me and I told him I didn't know who these men were. Officer Lewis and Lucas both concurred that there was not enough evidence for the police to take a report. 

Officer Lucas and Lewis then asked me questions about where I worked and if I had a boyfriend. Officer Lucas and Lewis continued to ask me question about who I knew in the area, what I liked to do, and where I liked to go. Officer Lucas told me to go out to a bar and give the guy a chance to approach me. Yes, I was told by the police to make myself more available to my stalkers 

The officers asked me if I knew martial arts and what kind of weapons I owned. I asked why, and the officers stated that they wanted to know how I would defend myself if i had to. When I mentioned I had a tazer, officer Lewis and Lucas gave each other surprised looks and officer Lewis said "that could hurt". The questions were odd, but not odd enough to call a supervisor. I asked the officers why they were asking me these types of questions and they responded that they were just trying to find out more information to see why this might be happening to me. Police can be such jerks when they want to be. 

Police have this silly rule they like to follow about taking reports in the city where a crime occurs or a person actually lives. Unfortunately, my home town has the most unhelpful officers at times.


January 30, 2008
I took licence plates, descriptions, dates, times and locations of the occurrences, and returned to the police in my home town. I met with officer Lewis. Officer Lewis was my beat officer. Surprised? I gave officer Lewis the licence plates he told me to collect on people who had followed me, and he made the comment that one of the plate numbers looked like his own licence plate. Officer Lewis went outside to run the plate numbers in his car leaving me alone with Lucas. Officer Lucas asked me questions that were personal in nature, such as when was the last time I went out to go dancing and if I had a boyfriend. I danced around his questions and he asked me more personal question about my family. Officer Lucas even asked me if my family had any history of mental illness and I said "no why are you asking me that" and Lucas said "just wondering". Officer Lewis came in with another officer at that point and said "I guess that's a no" and I got the impression that I had been on the radio while I was being questioned by officer Lucas. 

Officer Lewis told me that he ran the plates but still could not take a report because there was not enough information. I asked officer Lewis what information he needed to take a report, and he stated it was not enough to take a report because there was not enough to give to a detective.


I asked officer Lewis what was really going on, and he said in a mock dramatic tone worthy of a Golden Globe "aw HELL NO! How could this happen? You don't think it's a cop do you? Please don't tell me it's a cop...". Officer Lewis tried to keep from laughing as did the other officers present. Officer Lewis smiled and I said "I didn't say that" and Lewis said "oh okay". Then another officer went to the back to get something and Lewis and Lucas both encouraged him not to do it while they tried not to laugh. The fourth officer came out with a hat and stood at the counter smiling, just like he had done when he had been the passenger in a car that often followed me. 


The officers knew I couldn't do anything about what was being done to me. Four cops against one me, and now I understood why they wanted to declare I had a mental disorder when I did not, because it would make it easier for them to discredit a crazy person telling the truth if in fact I was mentally disturbed. I had already lost a game I didn't even know I had been playing. 

So, the police continued to lie to cover up what was really taking place.  All I did was go to the police to report a crime someone committed against me and they treated me like I was a snitch. And...the game was on...even though I had been playing since 2006, yet nobody told me.   

I had been set up to play a game that took time to build. It didn't happen over night. But, what would make the police want to play a game with a woman without a criminal past, that caused no problems for others, worked, and was in college minding her own damn business? That's the question and the answer lies in the community and the hearts and minds of human beings.

What would cause another person to harm another person? That is the timeless question. Is it jealousy, hate, ignorance, desire, dominance, money, religion, sex etc? 

I never had to do anything wrong, because I already deserved it in the minds of some depraved people. When another human being has the desire to hurt or control someone in order to spread and build their own personal joy, the situation is dangerous, but when that person goes on to carry it out it becomes pure evil. I became the player's choice for the tyranny of evil men and women who conspired in a game to destroy my life and my family.


I know you must be asking; "why? and "what's so important about me that anyone would go this far?" i hope I will make that clear at some point. An Internet hoax was even created just to help it all along, and it's called gangstalking. 

Gangstalking is a lie that has a grain of truth, and so I think of it as a paradox. There is a little grain of truth about what happened to me in every single website about Gangstalking that is enveloped in pure lies. The sites are all created and hosted anonymously, and the victim's accounts are false, and made to make each victim look like a mental case. The fake victims on these sites speak of aliens, mind control, Masons, Scientologists, Jesuits, the paranormal, other dimensions, Charles Manson, the occult, and microwaves as the cause for their problems. Vigilante justice is a good theory in gangstalking, but it's also flawed, because it would take an incredible amount of unquestionable human stupidity to believe that doing any of this would be the best course of action. In my case the people who are involved aren't stupid by education, just ignorant in morals and human decency. 

The hoax, the game, the challenge, the test, the chaos, and the thrill of the chase are all a part of why these people did this to me. I wonder about my perpetrators. Did my perpetrators plan to take it this far or did it just happen? I say yes, they planned to take it as far as they could go. They made money from it. How bad did they really want to hurt me and my family? Very bad, they didn't even care about children, and they set up my assault and then tried to cover it up. How many men did they actually inspire to want to rape me? I don't know the answer to that one. Why would they want to make me seem crazy? So no one would believe the paradox.     

These fake gangstalking victims also can't spell. Most websites where common words are frequently misspelled, and the sites give no credible means to validate the claims being made are usually false! Remember, the websites are hosted anonymously. Gangstalking is a paradox, and I hope my story will help prove that. If a grain of my story is in every website then it is possible that there are others who have a grain of their story mixed with mine, but I doubt it. Not with the claims the false gangstalking victims are making about the universe and mind control theories. 


I know I am also anonymous, but that is because I make claims of suicidal thoughts with a definite goal to kill myself,  and that would get me put under observation in a psychiatric facility. I will reveal myself soon enough. Besides, my stalkers already know I'm Jane, because they like to know things about me that are none of there fucking business! They have the authority available to misuse, and they do.
 
     
Nothing here is a lie, and by naming names as I tell my story I hope to prove that. The more I tell the truth the more I risk, because I'm telling a story that so many influential people have tried to suppress. I am also walking a fine line in giving names because I have to be able to prove the involvement of all named individuals, and so far I can.


Unfortunately, my story doesn't stay with the police. The other question is, what was said about me that made federal agents want to play too? Did someone report me for a false crime? Maybe.  But no, the story goes deeper than that. I'm a guinea pig of sorts. A pawn and the keeper of the truth. Can you keep a secret? I certainly can, but I can also detect a lie. I've kept too many lies a secret, and now I'm going to tell them all, because the world deserves to know the truth. It's the only way to protect yourself and those you care about from this crime.


It could happen to anyone, and it took close to 2 years before I knew it was happening to me. It could be happening to you, and by the time you find out it will already be too late. You can't stop what you don't see coming. I hope I can help you gain a 20/20 view.